(POV: Akashic Records)
Genevieve placed her hand on the cold, ancient wood. With a creaking groan, the door split open, revealing a macabre sight that startled them. A gruesome scene unfolded before their eyes, as several skulls lay strewn across the blood-soaked ground. The putrid stench of death hung heavy in the air, causing Genevieve to crinkle her nose in disgust.
"This place reeks," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the unnerving silence.
Fanatio displayed equal distaste, nodding in agreement.
"Indeed," she replied, her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to mask the foul odor. "Everyone, be careful."
Hesitant yet determined, the group stepped into the darkness of the room, their eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in through small cracks in the walls. The faint glint of scattered skulls gave the chamber an eerie atmosphere, intensifying their unease.
It was then that they laid their eyes upon the source of the chilling scene.
